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The door opens and an older gentleman in a suit, which looks like it costs more than my life, breezes into the room.
“Unless you’re charging my client, we will be going.”
Pushing up from my chair, I look over at the woman. “If you ever want a change of career, come see me.” I wink at her and follow the lawyer to the door.
“Harper,” the male cop says, and I turn back to face him.
“Just because you don’t see something happening, it doesn’t mean it’s not. And when we prove it, your name is the one on the contracts.”
These cops want Ronan’s head on a platter—murder, money laundering, weapons—they will take what they can get. Surely Ronan wouldn’t clean his money through my business.
Sullivan, Cian, and Darragh are all in the waiting area as I’m led out. Ronan steps out of an interrogation room ahead of me, whispering with a cop, his expression serious. We get out of there as fast as possible, and Darragh is the first to speak.
“So what did you tell them?” The accusation sits on the tip of his tongue.
“That they were idiots for thinking you lot would leave evidence behind.” His face drops, and I laugh. “I didn’t say shit, dickhead. This isn’t my first rodeo. Were you all arrested as well?”
They nod as we pile into Kayne’s SUV, and he gets into a second SUV driven by one of the other members of the security team.
“Can you take me back to The Range? I want to make sure everyone is okay.”
“Hmm, something is going on. I have sent a message out to the inner circle, and we’ll meet tonight at the house. The cops are not so sloppy to bring us in without concrete evidence. This seems like someone wanted to keep the cops busy, but why?” Ronan says.
Well, that seems a little far-fetched. The Feds would be the ones you would want to keep busy, not your local Huntersville police. “Or was someone trying to keep all of you busy? It would make more sense, right?”
“It’s possible, particularly as whoever is targeting us has done enough to be annoying, but not quite enough to cause too many problems. An empty stash house, the bar, weapons—it’s not enough to take us down.” Ronan’s thoughts trail off for a second. “Okay, we’ll drop you at The Range. Carter is still there, and she will stay with you until we come back, but keep the doors locked and do not let anyone in. Something is going on and I don’t trust they won’t come for you.”
I agree and reassure him I only want to see everyone and make sure they are okay. Hopefully, when the cops searched the place, they didn’t leave a huge mess behind.
I also plan to have a serious talk with Ronan. If he is laundering money through The Range, I will sign it right back over into his name. I won’t be the fall guy for anyone.
I hate having to leave Harper on her own, but when she said the cops arresting us could have been to get us out of the way, straight away my mind went to Nora. She would find it amusing to have us taken in by the fucking police, plus have the balls to do it. It also means she knows more than what she first let on. Nora is a lone wolf and hates working in a team—she is a fucking liability, and she knows it.
“What do you think Nora is up to?” Van asks.
I sigh—that I don’t know. Nora has a hooker handcuffed in my spare bedroom, and Connor should be on his way over, so the only piece missing right now is Liam.
“Do you think Liam would work with the cops?” I ask, and the car falls silent. My first instinct is no. Why would one of our own turn like that, especially someone as high in the ranks as Liam? Unless they have something on him, then it’s possible he would to save his own ass, but he knows we have fall guys for that type of thing.
Pulling into the driveway, I’m on high alert, even though everything seems normal. Darragh pulls the car as close to the house as possible, and Masters and Kayne pull up tight behind us. They get out first and Kayne takes the lead while Masters falls behind, watching our backs.
We step into the foyer and freeze at the sight which greets us.
“It’s about fucking time,” Nora sings. She has stripped down to her underwear and is covered in blood, holding a fucking hunting knife.
We all lower our own weapons, but none of us put them away.
“Looks like you started the party without us,” Cian jokes, stepping forward and onto the plastic sheeting Nora has placed on the ground. The foyer is the largest open area of the house that is tiled.
“While I did all the hard work, I needed to keep the pigs busy. Old Uncle Liam here was in a piggy safe house, and I needed to lessen the number of cops who would be in the area. I would have told you what I was doing, but you’re all pussy whipped.”
Darragh snorts. “They’re the ones whipped, not me.”
Nora laughs hysterically. “Lie to yourself all you want, but you might be the worst of them all, the one in denial.”
Darragh scoffs, but he doesn’t argue with her again. “Care to explain why two of the higher-ranking family members are tied to chairs and bleeding onto the tiles where my children play?”
“That is easy. If you didn’t have your heads so far up the hooker’s pussy, you would have seen it all plain as day. These two fucked up. My inside man tells me Liam has flipped on us,” she seethes and plunges the knife into Liam’s leg to emphasize her point. His screams are muffled behind the gag in his mouth, but the groaned-out sounds fill the air as Nora dances around him before he appears to pass out.
